the inevitable

Just when i give in and accept what seems like the inevitable, hope raids in to spoil the party. It doesnt come anytime before or after that period of acceptance. Hope is fate`s weapon of choice. The torture is slow and blinds predictability.
I know it will start fading till the next point of influx. It will come again.
Hope, my obnoxious brother. I hate to love it... but i keep a light burning out for it nevertheless.

Scrubs, Math and Ry Cooder. (Message for - S.A.M )

On real men writting too many blogs ( read randomness, supernova and mcfussto) :
- There's wrong, and then there's wrong, and then there's this. ( Hartigan, Sin City)

Boys , its aight to be a little sensitive and being gay. STOP. Are you all forgetting your roots? For God`s sake men.. PULL YOUR SELVES TOGETHER !! you dont have to blog each and every thought you have while describing your whole day.. hold it in!
Put your hands in your pockets.. and hold on to your life! - ( Maj. Azhar)
if you cant hold it in, get an emotional spunge. By that i mean a friend who listens or a significant other. (preferably the latter :D )
Note : i did not give my suggestion a sex, as that prevents supernova from associating.

A leaf from my tree.

I state, not question. Time is beyond me.
Sometimes i wonder whatever happend to the past. I wonder why it just stopped. Why is not something continuous. Is it something so continuous that its evolution instead of augmenting on it ,on the contrary diminishes it. I wonder because the past comes back in seldom patches. Like a sudden gust of wind which refreshes you but at the same time leaves you in a static state of anti-climax in which you wonder.
Sometimes the past passes through me. Sometimes i smell that fragrence of summer when i used to be a kid. The aura that used to be when i was carefree and careless. I wonder why that is. How can summer be differentiated through time. Maybe its my state of mind. Maybe sometimes im so caught up in this world , which is designed like a net in which if your not caught up and dragged forward ..............
I ate rice today. Its significance extends beyond my will to live. I tasted the past in one bite. I cant explain that. I wonder if its because of the evolution in the agriculture sector. I wonder why one bite. Why not the whole helping.
Nostalgia. When i lock my heels and refuse to be dragged,forward?